Page 135 of Consume Me

“Really?” she squeals, excitement ringing loud.

Opening the passenger door for her, she gets in, almost bouncing in her seat.

I can’t wipe the stupid grin off my face as I drive downtown and park in front of a bookstore.

She pushes at the door and looks from the store to me, eyes glistening with emotions.

“You pick whatever you want. However many books you like. My treat.”

“Are you sure?”

“I never joke when it comes to you,” I say, dead serious.

“You might regret it.”

I’d spend every dollar to my name for her. My only true regret is not giving in to us sooner. I regret losing hope that I would meet someone like her and give in to fleeting pleasure. I’ve never belonged to anyone else, but I am hers—completely. She conquered my walls, owning my heart. She’s the only woman who matters and the last one for me.

I am forgotten as soon as she steps inside the bookstore and takes everything in. It’s a three-story building with a small coffee shop in the corner. Mia peruses every title, starting methodically on the right side. After we complete the first story, she places three non-fiction books on education in my arms. Onthe second level, when she sees the romance department, she gives me a coy smile.

“Buy them all. They come in handy,” I say.

“I knew there was more to your generous offer.”

“Oh, Silver, you should know by now that I have ulterior motives. I am not that selfless.”

While she places the tenth book on the stack in my arms, I tell her, “I’ll be right back.”

“Maybe this is enough for now.”

“No, there’s no limit.”

“This is the best date ever.”

I wink at her and wait in line next to another guy holding a few books. We exchange a knowing look.

“It has its perks being with a romance reader, doesn’t it?” he says.

“It sure does.”

Mia is smart, curious, and passionate. I’d buy the damn bookstore for her.

“I thought guys like you only existed in books,” the cashier says with a sigh as I pay for the first stack and then take them to the car.

Hurrying back to Mia, she struggles to balance the six books she found while browsing a few more.

We end up buying twenty books, and as soon as we’re in the car, she looks at the backseat filled with bags.

“Can’t wait to dive into them.”

Can’t wait to try the things she wants to experience.

“You grin like that, and now I think of sex. Ugh.” She clenches her thighs, and I bite down a chuckle.

Driving with one hand to the next location, I unbutton her jeans.

“What are you doing?” There’s zero apprehension in her tone but simple lust.

“Baby, I’m making you come on my fingers. Can’t have my girl unsatisfied.”

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